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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.

Edmund Spenser

For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Easy Man Willing
But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Herself Justice Right Truth Win
Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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Growth Quite Run World Worst
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Action Gentle Mindset
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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Leaving Love Myself
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Eyes Joy Missing Night
But times do change and move continually.
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Change Move Time
Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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Chain Togetherness
Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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Love Marriage Rage Sleep Suffering Wake Weakness
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Day Flower Life Mortal Pass
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
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Curse Feed Happiness Heart Jealous Lose Misery
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Music Sweet
All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Love Reward
Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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Day Fear Feed Goodness Hell Hope Night Sorrow Speed Unknown Wasted
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy

Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.

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